MyraPup is a lab to her core. Her greatest joys are meeting new people, meeting new dogs and chasing after balls.
Her balls in the yard that she plays with were starting to fall apart, so SheHangsBrightly bought her two new ones, one a tennis ball, one a pink hard rubber ball.
She LOVED the pink ball. It was her best friend in the whole world. She would obsess about it, to the point where she always wanted to go out and play with it more, or she would bring it inside with her and she would keep it by her or in her mouth for extended periods of time. The other day, she left it on the sun porch when our dog walker left in the afternoon, and when SheHangsBrightly came home, Myra pup was at the door to the sun porch, staring longingly at her best friend.
Which brings us to last night. I was playing with her in the back yard, and the ball went into the crawl space under the sun porch. Myra was devastated. She kept running back and forth and trying to get under the house to get her friend back. I tried to get it for her with the rake, but I couldn’t even see it, and randomly raking didn’t seem to do much. I tried to distract her with another ball, but she was having none of it.
I found myself telling her that I would buy her a new best friend. As soon as I said it, I had a vision of Veruca Salt and her father. “I want an oompa loompa now daddy.” “Well, Wonka, how much do you want for them? I have to buy it for her.”
So I went out to Petco and bought her not one but three new best friends, including a purple twin to her pink former best friend.
You will be happy and relieved to know that she loves Purple just as much as she loved Pink, and honestly, she doesn’t seem to remember Pink at all. Very fickle, that one.
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